Jesse Jackson and Donald Trump both awakened on inauguration morning with troubled minds.

Donald Trump’s goal is not to damage America or our allies.

The anecdote is so perfect, so polished, so delicious that it doesn’t matter whether it is precisely true.

Temperature up. Throat scratchy. A productive cough.

“In a time of deceit,” George Orwell is said to have declared, “telling the truth is a revolutionary act.”

Our new president-elect is not merely a bad choice; he is one of the nastiest choices imaginable.

What is that freaky sound? What is that loud “ps-s-st” noise that we hear wherever we go?

Donald Trump knows how to work a Republican room. Give him that. Give him a gym packed full of yahoos wearing backward baseball caps and he'll bring down the rafters.

Truth be told, it isn’t really about Hillary anymore.

Let’s say you are a supporter of Donald Trump’s. And let’s say that no psychotherapist has declared you a danger to yourself or others.

On the day after Labor Day 16 years ago, The New York Times ran a story providing crucial information to the U.S. public – which is what The New York Times did in those days – informing them that their lives were about to change.

Ask Dr. Politics! You are fair, and I am unbalanced!